Enter Boroskie, and Servant.
Puts. Here's one has heard it already;
Room for the General.
Boros. Say I am faln exceeding sick o'th' sudden,
And am not like to live.
Puts. If ye go on, Sir,
For they will kill ye certainly; they look for ye.
Anc. I see your Lordship's bound, take a suppository,
'Tis I, Sir; a poor cast Flag of yours. The foolish Tartars
They burn and kill, and't like your honour, kill us,
Kill with Guns, with Guns my Lord, with Guns, Sir.
What says your Lordship to a chick in sorrel sops?
Puts. Go, go thy ways old true-penny;
Thou hast but one fault: thou art ev'n too valiant.
Come, to'th' Army Gentlemen, and let's make them acquainted.
Sold. Away, we are for ye. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV.
Enter Alinda, and two Gentlewomen.
Alin. Why, whither run ye Fools; will ye leave my Lady?
Petes. The Tartar comes, the Tartar comes.
Alin. Why, let him,
I thought you had fear'd no men: upon my conscience
You have try'd their strengths already; stay for shame.
Pet. Shift for thy self, Alinda. [Exit.
Alin. Beauty bless ye:
Into what Grooms Feather-Bed will you creep now?
And there mistake the enemy; sweet youths ye are,
And of a constant courage; are you afraid of foining?
Enter Olympia.
Olym. O my good Wench, what shall become of us?
The Posts come hourly in, and bring new danger;
The enemy is past the Volga, and bears hither
With all the blood and cruelty he carries,
My Brother now will find his fault.
Alin. I doubt me,
Somewhat too late, Madam. But pray fear not,
All will be well, I hope. Sweet Madam, shake not.
Olym. How cam'st thou by this Spirit? our Sex trembles.
Alin. I am not unacquainted with these dangers;
And you shall know my truth; for ere you perish,
A hundred Swords shall pass through me: 'tis but dying,
And Madam we must do it: the manner's all:
You have a Princely Birth, take Princely thoughts to you,
And take my counsel too; go presently,
With all the haste ye have, (I will attend ye)
With all the possible speed, to old Lord Archas,
He honours ye; with all your art perswade him,
('Twill be a dismal time else) woo him hither,
But hither Madam, make him see the danger;
For your new General looks like an Ass;
There's nothing in his face but loss.
Olym. I'll do it.
And thank thee, sweet Alinda: O my Jewel,
How much I'm bound to love thee! by this hand, Wench,
If thou wert a man—
Alin. I would I were to fight for you.
But haste dear Madam.
Olym. I need no Spurs Alinda.
SCENE V.
Enter Duke, 2 Posts, Attendants, Gentlemen.